YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Don't Hurt Me lyrics

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Don't Hurt Me lyrics]

(Mommy, India got them beats)
Show you how I do it oh yeah, ooh
Ah, ooh

I told her you hurt me, don't tell me no lies
I showed you I loved you
Now I'm tired of trying
I don't wanna hurt you, I need you on side me
I got you, you got me, and I hope
You see that I
Get goosebumps every time that I'm with you
Get goosebumps every time that I think of you
Get goosebumps every time that I think
How we might be done
Get goosebumps every time I hear
That that money coming, yeah

Fucking all these hating-ass niggas (Wow)
Fuck all these weird-ass bitches (Wow)
Told 'em come play, I'll kill 'em (Wow, Top)
Better than plenty of these niggas
Look better than most these bitches
Tell 'em stay the fuck up out your business
She from the slums, gotta work for a minute
I'm turning her up like a model
Excuse me, but fuck what your mama been
Talking, I told you from Front Street
I got you i hate a bitch that could
Get her some millions
But steady gon' settle for dollars
I hit a bitch that chopper and drop him
He fucking around with my partners
Fucking around with these niggas
Got permanent scars, no need for no doctor
I'm taking feelings from out of the picture
I'm taking shawty from out of my roster
Want smoke, just cruise with my sister
Lose me, bitch, you ain't got better options
I'm that lil' nigga that run up the check
I'm that lil' nigga, you know I'm the flyest

I told her you hurt me, don't tell me no lies
I showed you I loved you
Now I'm tired of trying
I don't wanna hurt you, I need you on side me
I got you, you got me, and I hope
You see that I
Get goosebumps every time that I'm with you
Get goosebumps every time that I think of you
Get goosebumps every time that I think
How we might be done
Get goosebumps every time I hear
That that money coming, yeah

'bout shit, ain't none of them funny
I'm the one twenty-three years and running
I'm the one gave that bitch the most money
That she ever have inside her life
Young nigga came from nothing, tired
Of repeating that shit, i ain't stunting
Show 'em that ain't nothing
Tired of this bitch, only want my money, oh
I been losing, I been slow pacing
I been flexing on my old lady
Without you, I feel like I won't make it
But, I gotta realize I'm winning
All these hoes wanna date 'cause
They know where I stay
Get a image then they in it
All these hoes want babies
Then they feel entitled to my millions
You gonna drive me crazy talking
'bout my lack of attention
No, they don't know me, baby
Know I'd kill 'em 'bout my women
'Bout my love
'bout a girl who really fuck with me
I'm a thug, and girl
They know just not to fuck with me
When we make love
Do you feel that you belong with me?
Come on, girl
I'll do to you these thugged out thing

Told you you hurt me, I told you don't lie
I showed you I loved you
Now I'm tired of trying
I don't wanna hurt you, I need you on side me

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